Leroy Brown has a new hutch! I'll snap a pic when it's finished. Hubby already has plans to enforce and enlarge the existing structure to keep him cozy and give him more room to dance. I still have not mastered picking up and putting down. My arms are a bleeding, dripping mess with criss-cross scratches. Someone may mistake me for a cutter - blood on my shirt, computer, towel. I do what the photos show, but he twists and turns and is much stronger than he looks. Once the hutch is up and functional, I may not pick him up for a while and give him more time to get used to me. For now, though, I have to get him outside in his play yard several times each day for sun and exercise.
My visit with Fr. S. went very well. He is such a good pastor: kind, gentle and understanding. He encouraged me to be true to who I am, live my faith, and leave others to God. Great advice. Too often I try to "fix" things, even when no one is asking. The essence of codependency, I guess.
I'm really trying to take back my life after having given it away for far too long. Never knew how to live. My home was so dysfunctional growing up, filled with depressed, sad and angry parents. I had to get out, but no one gave me any support or tools to do so except to marry out of it. So I did ... at 18. I don't have to say that it was a disaster! A 14 year disaster.
Update: Cover Leroy with a towel, pick him up and swaddle him. Keeps those thumpers contained.
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